Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Regret: Her Rebirth : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

THE LEDGER XENIA’S POV I didn't get any sleep. On my desk, the ledger lay open, each page smudged by Cerra's painstaking cruelty—misappropriated money, diverted supplies, threats passed off as diplomacy. Each line recounted a tale of someone who vanished, someone who went hungry, or someone who was abruptly reassigned. I recalled some of it. Moments that had been simple to ignore but had felt odd at the time. deliveries that are delayed. rotations of guards that I did not approve. Notes with my name written in the margins but not quite matching my handwriting. I noticed the pattern now.I knew now.I read it twice by morning. I was aware of the most important pages. Which entries would cause her to lose control? However, I was also aware that I couldn't present it carelessly. Not only was Cerra strong, but she was also ready. She had ways out, even when cornered. We owe you favours. People are still hesitant to cross her. She would disappear before the council had fin

BENEATH THE MASK XENIA’S POV Long after the fire had gone out, the letter remained on my desk. I repeatedly read the same words in an attempt to decipher more meaning. Something I had overlooked. However, the truth was already there, as cruel and piercing as the blade that had been dangling over my head for months. Cerra wasn't acting by himself. And the people she was collaborating with were powerful. Have an impact. Council chambers and falsified documents were not the end of that. They had observed. waited. used her drive as a weapon. And they were still out there now that she had been exposed. Waiting once more. Making plans. I had believed that I had reached the summit of the hill at last. that the pinnacle was the truth I had discovered. However, this…. was just the next climb. RICO'S POV shook my head and said, "I don't think she wrote it." Xenia didn't look away from it. "I know." "Whoever it was, they want to warn you." "Or they want me to freak

SMOKE AND MIRRORS XENIA’S POV After something like that, you would think there would be peace.After that, you stand in front of everyone and wield the truth like a sword. Once the rot has been exposed, tear it out root by root and watch the man who did it leave in chains. However, there was no tranquilly.Only smoke was present.The kind that sticks to your clothing long after the fire has gone out.because there was still a problem.And even as I stood by myself in my chambers, the council chamber finally empty, and the city falling into a restless slumber, I couldn't shake that feeling. Saelin had fallen. But he had smiled while doing it. Why? REYNA'S POV When Saelin was revealed, we assumed he would become frightened. Or at the very least, lash out, call names, and make offers. When people were cornered, they acted in that manner. However, he hadn't.He had died too quietly.With her mind far away and her mouth clenched, Xenia was now pacing the floor. She asked abruptly, sta

THE RED FEATHER XENIA’S POV I couldn't stop thinking about the feather.Light as air but heavier than any sword I had ever carried, it rested on my desk. A black journal with secrets we weren't supposed to discover rests against a single curve of crimson that was once bright but has since faded with age. This was the red feather that Cerra had worn. Her personal guards had done the same. However, she had left. Additionally, the guards were either imprisoned, reassigned, or dead. Where did this one originate from, then?I kept asking myself that question. And why did I feel like I had to look for it? RICO'S POV Once more, Xenia was too silent. She only wore that specific type of silence when her heart was heavy and her thoughts were keen. Her tea remained untouchable. When I entered, she hadn't looked up. She simply sat with the journal open in front of her, lightly touching the final page with her fingers. She whispered, "She's not done." I blinked. "Cerra?"Slowly, sh

THE ARCHITECT XENIA'S POV The sigil appeared to belong on my table.Even after hours of exposure to the warm chamber air, it remains cold, sharp, and black. A triangle enclosing a circle. No letters. Not a mark. Only a sign. However, it was crucial. Before vanishing into the woods, Jarin had handed it to me.I'm not sorry. No supplication for pity. Just a heads up: "You're not finished yet." He was correct. I wasn't.With this thing in my hands, pulsing like a heartbeat that wasn't mine, I couldn't be. Strings were still being pulled.We now had a name. The Architect REYNA'S POV We had pursued Cerra because we believed she was the mastermind.Next, Saelin.Right now? Those two now seemed to have been mere parts of someone else's narrative. They were unaware of the existence of the board on which the pieces were moving.And that person was still out there, whoever they were. Still operating from a distance, concealed by murmurs and shadows. Moreover, Xenia She would not